The other day

If I don't R I D E  to empty my mind...I go mad!

THE OTHER DAY...

 

i longed to bicylcle again

my back tire is always flat

must be a sign of the times

my spreading waistline

am I losing my shine

no longer a tramp a scamp or anything

not a vamp, not wearing the lampshade

not twirling in any parade

not passing the doobie

nor swimming for days and days and sunning for hours and hours

 *

just BALANCE budgeting

gaining Power thru~ 

&

through

*

just sitting here

and moving to there

looking for something to do or prove?

got to get outside

let the wind brush my skin and ruffle

my hair

got to kiss the sun back on my shoulder

just there

got to walk run and dance

got to skip hop

slide jump and shimmy

turn the radio up and drive to the lake

walk the perimeter

look out for the snake

got to get my rustle on

my skirts hanging back

 so far in that closet i cant find em

put on my earth shoes

sunscreen and cottons

put up a clothesline

wash laundry by hand again

feel young

*

time is a wastin' my sister my friend

time is not static

it flexes and flows

got to get to the river

see how that goes

take down the fiddle

rosen the bows

look for that guitar pick

everyone knows

there is music to livin'

don' let it slow you

to stay in the house and watch all those "shows"

gotta get on out

get back to the land

got to do it myself no one holding my hand

hook up the camper

get out the stove

lay  the self down to stars

in a dark star~shiny cove

pick out a rod and some reels

take a few books

not the whole shelf

get back to what i once believed was MYSELF

************************************John Muir*********************************

“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul.”

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******************************Brenda Ueland************************************

 

“I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like child stringing beads in kindergarten, - happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another.”

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************************************LordByron***********************************

                                            “If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.”

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